Had to beg offof dinner with Dick and
Briggs tonight to drive to SFO to pick
up Sarah on her Hawaiian airlines flight.
It arrived forty minutes late, and we
had to go directly to Ashkenaz in Berkeley
where David Gans' band was playing to meet
up with BD, our benefactress, who'd had the
foresight to pick up extra tickets and who
offered them to us when my credit-card
order failed, I groveled on the net, and
Sarah and I both individually mailed her
in response to her announcement. We paid court,
met Steviemo, her show-going buddy, and
talked of this and that (she even asked
me if I was one of the real or fake trolls
on r.m.gd, a lad named Jimmierow!). By now
I was incredibly tired so a little after
11 we headed out, without me having a chance
to say hi to David (I also missed noticing
that MZ, one of the co-hosts of the upcoming
reading, was taping the show), and I headed
toward Alameda.

The place Sarah was
staying was actually on the southern tip of Alameda,
significantly further than I'd realized, and I didn't
get back home until 12:30. By then Briggs was already
asleep, always a bad sign. Since she was going out
with Dan and EB and Bill tomorrow to see the Frank
Black show, and since I'd seen the second Ratdog
show at the Fillmore with Nick on Wednesday night,
that would mean three nights in a row we wouldn't
be doing anything together or practically even
seeing each other.